“The dark form ran toward him with incredible swiftness. When it came
near he saw that there was a kind of face on the squat ebon body, low
down amid the several-jointed legs. The face peered up with a weird
expression of doubt and inquiry; and terror crawled through the veins of
the bold huntsman as he met the small, crafty eyes that were circled
about with hair.”
– Clark Ashton Smith, The Seven Geases
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones series for an upcoming Elder Gods Tarot project
Hungry, it waits.
From dreams it came
Silently it waits
Chaugnar Faugn its name.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones series for an upcoming Elder Gods Tarot project:
Having decided that listening all day long to celestial music is quite
silly, they decided to cut themselves from the main Isle and go their
own way.
No kender allowed aboard.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Severn Valley, England 1924
Willhem
has always been wary of the swamp behind the hills. Sighting of strange
lights at night, unsolved disappearances and the general creepiness of
the place kept on alert all senses of the locals. So when he noticed a
black stain between the reeds, he cautiously bend over the edge to
investigate, without setting as little as a toe in the dark water, ready
to jump back at the slightest move.
It was not enough. In the
blink of an eye a tendril pierced his chest. stronger than steel and as
black as the void between the stars.
He tried to call for help
but only manage to emit a faint gurgle as his own fluids filled quickly
his lungs. Soon he couldn’t breathe anymore and he felt his heart stop,
his body shook and struggled a brief moment to finally lean on the black
rod in a final convulsion. He died, but did not fade. His thoughts and
his senses were still there, and his mind was struggling to understand
why.
– “Am I still alive ? Why I am still alive ? What is happening ?”
– “You are dead. You are mine. You will serve me”
He took a look around, but see no one.
– “Who’re you ? Are you in me head ? Whaddya want from me ?”
– “I am Glaaki, Lord of the Lake. My seve runs now through you. Obey and be rewarded, Resist and be destroyed.”
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook